Page 35 of Undercover Desires

His strokes are rough and relentless and his filthy mouth fuels me on. I cannot help but scratch my nails down his back.

He wraps his right hand on my neck and gently squeezes. My head goes light.

My breasts bounce with his motion.

My pussy squeezes around him as he roughly thrusts into me.

His hand comes between us slapping my clit twice in quick succession wrenching my orgasm out of me. It triggers his own, and he collapses on top of me a few minutes later.

I have barely caught my breathe and I am already contemplating making a plan to see him again.

This cannot be good news.

* * *

I’m lying in bed, basking in the afterglow, as Alessandro gently rubs soothing circles on my back. The warmth of his touch lulls me into a sense of peace and contentment, and I’m reluctant to move. The world outside can wait.

But then, my phone rings. There’s only one person who ever calls me, and her name flashes in my mind – Sophie. I stiffen immediately and jump out of bed, my heart racing. Rushing to the living room, I scramble to find my bag where I left it last night. My breath is ragged as I answer, trying to sound composed.

“Hey,” I manage to say.

“Hey,” Sophie’s voice responds, laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

I hesitate for a moment, aware that she can sense something is amiss. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, trying to sound casual. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you sound like you’re out of breath,” she points out, her tone curious.

“I was just running,” I lie, trying to steady my breath and come up with a convincing excuse.

“Well, okay,” Sophie concedes, deciding not to press further. She knows me well enough to understand that some questions are best left unasked. “Why did you call?” I inquire as I run a hand through my disheveled hair.

Her response is a glimmer of hope. “It’s Dante Ricci,” she says, her voice filled with determination. “I finally have some leads on him.”

Relief washes over me, and I can’t help but smile. I needed some good news in my life right now. “That’s amazing. When can I see you?” I ask, eager to catch up and discuss the breakthrough.

“Can you come by my house in an hour?” she suggests.

“Of course,” I reply, grateful that there’s a plan in motion. I hang up the phone, feeling a sudden shift in my priorities. Last night was a beautiful escape, a brief respite from the chaos of my world. But now, it’s time to return to the real world.

I return to my bedroom after the call with Sophie, only to find Alessandro seated up in bed, his arms folded as he leans against the headboard. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow and asks, “Who was that?”

My defenses rise, and I reply, “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

He grins in a way that’s both maddening and intriguing as he lifts himself out of bed. I can’t help but watch his muscles ripple as he makes his way towards me. His hand cups the back of my head gently as he inquires, “Are you married, Rachel?”

I scoff at the absurdity of the question. “Of course not,” I retort, my tone defensive.

Alessandro visibly relaxes, but his gaze tells me he has more questions. I’m not in the mood for anyone to pry into my life. “You should go,” I blurt out, trying to regain control of the situation.

He responds calmly, “You’ve said that already,” his thumb caressing my cheek as he speaks. I take a deep breath, reminding myself of the urgency Sophie’s call conveyed. “Now I mean it,” I assert.

Alessandro’s brown eyes remain locked onto mine. Hastily, I add, “Last night was fun, but I don’t think it should happen again.”

He scoffs, his disbelief evident. He takes a step back and starts gathering his discarded clothes. “Last night is going to happen again.”

“No, it will not,” I declare firmly. I don’t want any further complications in my life, especially someone as enigmatic as Alessandro.

He walks around my room, his footsteps echoing in my ears as I press my ear to the door. I don’t want him snooping around my personal space. After a few tense minutes, he yells, “See you soon, Rachel,” and then exits.

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